More Than a Memory


He's more than just a headstone and a name.
He's more than just a picture in a dusty old frame.
He left a permanent mark or two that will never disappear.
He lived once upon a time.
He had a full life here.
But he's more than just a memory.
I think of him everyday.
And I miss our conversations when there are no words left to say.
He's more than just a song that plays while I'm driving in my car.
He's more than my little red telescope when I gaze up at the stars.
He's more than just a Summer rain that falls heavily from the sky.
He's more than just hello, and more than just goodbye.
He's more than just the fabric and colors of his favorite shirt.
He's more than just a few laughs, the kind that will make your stomach hurt.
He's more than just this tear drop that quickly rolls down my eye.
He's soaring now with the eagles, and away that bird did fly.
Yeah, he's more than just a headstone and a name.
He was my Dad. And I still love him the same.

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